Run Sweetheart Run Ethan True Form Novels & Stories

The fact that she was right with all she said still marvelled me. She went on, calmly. “You leaving the house made me realize something too. Ethan isn’t who you think he is. You should see him now. The sleepless nights, no appetite. He keeps checking his phone like you’d call him. The pain in his eyes… it’s not fake. It’s not pretend.” I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to believe any of that. It was safer not to. Natasha looked at me gently. “For someone who always had a cold stare… he suddenly looks like a man who’s scared of losing something important.”

he said quietly. I turned to face him through the curtain of soot-tangled hair. “I didn’t kill Kash,” he went on. “I would never.” I stayed silent, searching his face for even the smallest crack. “I know what they’re saying. I know what Sam’s trying to make you believe,” Ethan said. “That I lured him out there. That I…” His voice faltered, like the thought itself left a bruise. “But I found him like that. Broken. I didn’t even recognize him until I caught the scent.”

"Listen to me, Aria. If this goes sideways... if I tell you to run, you don't look back. You head for the tree line and you don't stop until you find a main road. Do you understand?" "No," I said, my voice breaking. "I’m not leaving you again. I spent seven years running, Ethan. I’m tired. I’d rather be in the fire with you than safe in the rain without you." His eyes widened slightly. The "Ice King" mask cracked, revealing a raw, desperate vulnerability that mirrored the boy in Florida. He didn't say anything. He couldn't. He leaned in and kissed me—a hard, bruising collision of teeth and tongue that tasted of salt and the end of the world.

“How could you called her trash really she is my sweetheart “he said having my mouth hanging up I was so stunned to hear that, Ethan had never asked me out before, not to mention toast I guess he had a good reason why he said I'm his better half I think he has a justification for misleading Earnest “Ethan open up your eyes there's nothing captivating about her, she is Damn revolting the Ugliest things that I have never see before I Don't have the foggiest idea what you found in her, yet she isn't somebody you can date Ethan" hearing all of this from Earnest my heart struck in my mouth I had every one of the tears sprung up in my eyes top, yet I held it for him to not see how heart puncturing

And before he could stop her, she was gone—out the door, down the hall, leaving only the echo of her heels behind. Ethan stood frozen, his pulse pounding. She’d said her mother—but Maya’s file listed her sister as her contact. And the way her voice had cracked when she said, “Is he okay?”… He frowned, realization dawning slowly, dangerously. Not she. He. Ethan’s heart slammed against his ribs as the truth began to take shape in his mind. She wasn’t running to her mother. She was running to someone else. Someone important. And deep down, in a place he didn’t want to admit existed, Ethan already knew exactly who that someone might be.

“My point is, I’ll let Lila go. I won’t pursue her, won’t cause any trouble. But in exchange, I want you to come clean about your feelings for her. To her. And to Ronan.” I let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking my head. “And what’s in it for you? The satisfaction of meddling in someone else’s life?” Ethan’s lips twitched into a grin. “The satisfaction of seeing two people in love be honest with themselves and each other. And besides,” he added with a shrug, “when I’m as wealthy as I plan to be, I can have any woman I want. No hard feelings.” I studied him carefully, searching for any hint of deception. His words were bold, almost too bold, but there was a sincerity in his tone that gave

He shook his head. "Okay honey. Good night." "Good night Mom." Eileen walked back into his room and straight to his door and let herself out. Ethan sighed. He'd never had this dream before, it was always the fighting scene and he wondered what it meant. Did it mean that he was finally getting closer to meeting his better half? He hoped so. ********** The next day If Ethan had seen Darina from a distance as she waited for him in the parking lot at school, he'd have reversed so fast that he'd have broken the record for the best drifter in the world but it wasn't until he got close that he saw her and cursed under his breath.

she confessed with a dreamy face. “Sweetie, I have heard of Ethan. That man is ruthless and arrogant. do you really think that he loves you? I think that you might be looking for something that Mark never gave you in his arms. But why do you have to fall for such kind of men? Can’t you take some time and heal first before you even think of committing to someone else?” she advised.

"I hope you’re still thinking about it. About us. About what it would mean if the two most important people in my life—you and my family—became one." I felt like I was suffocating. Every word was a brick in a wall she was building around me. I looked at her, at the girl who deserved the world, and I felt the weight of the teal cloth in my pocket. I felt the heat of Luca’s text. I was a black hole in her bright, golden life. "Hannah, I—" "Hey! I thought I recognized that vintage Bronco in the lot!" The romantic tension shattered like dropped crystal. Ethan appeared from the shadows of the sycamore tree, looking effortlessly "hot neighbor" in a charcoal v-neck and dark jeans. He had a dog on a

she demands, but Ethan doesn’t bother to reply. He’s looking at me, and there’s something ugly and satisfied in his eyes. “What? I thought after everything that’s been going on you must have come to your senses. But I guess a slut like you can’t get over my uncle’s cock.” I take a step closer, ready to raise my hands. Elena stops me just in time, and I realise how close Ethan has gotten. “You don’t get to wish him dead in front of me.” “Or what?” I don’t answer. I just stare at him until the smirk on his face falters, just slightly.